Well if you love selfcest, then could you please do Playmaker x Yusaku, with the prompt being “past”?
requests still open
sorry I let someone skip the queue on you but answering asks is easier than writing fic, you know?
The opportunity to be someone else, the opportunity to appear as someone else, deeply entwined as Yusaku devised his VRAINS avatar. He let the face scanner almost perfectly copy him, but he soon came to loathe the similarities. He had an identity to protect; privacy to protect. So, he was quick to change it.
The most obvious change that he made was to the hair; wrenching it from blue and pink to yellow and orange. Satisfied with that, Yusaku skewed the avatar’s age so the avatar before him would look older but not by much as Yusaku couldn’t comprehend being older than he was. Sometimes, he still felt exactly like the child who had been taken more so than the adolescent that he truly existed as.
So, the shoulders turned broader and a little bit of extra height. The skin of the avatar turned sleek; no riddled with the acne that plagued him in real life. And he changed the eyes too. Made them bigger with longer eyelashes; girlishly, long.
He liked who he became when he delved into the digital realm. He liked being someone else. He liked pretending he was someone else. First as Unknown and then later as Playmaker. But all novelties wear thin and soon, notoriety took place. Infesting himself and infesting the Link VRAINS.
Soon enough, before Yusaku even realised it, really, he and Playmaker… they weren’t the same person. He wasn’t someone pretending to be someone else. When he submerged into the data, so all-consuming, Playmaker took over and people regarded him as a separate entity to Playmaker. It made sense. No one knew he was Playmaker and no one knew him to know that Playmaker was he.
But again, things change. Like the wind. One day, it was slanted this way and the next day, it was slanted another way. A little directional change and within it, a change twinged within Yusaku’s heart and he found company.
The more he associated himself as one person and Playmaker as another person, the more complicated the feelings became. It was a secret; a fervent one that burned in his heart, in the darkness and in the wind and it became something else. Something not easily identifiable and yet so blindingly obvious.
It became love. After all, Yusaku found it difficult to make friends. He had allies. He found it extremely difficult to relate with others, to come out of his shell. Especially when his shell, in a skin-tight catsuit and with the appearance that he idolised, was so appealing. It was all consuming and so, so comfortable and satisfying.
It was something to hold onto. Because one, it was him. Because two, it was him as he wished he could be. And three, because it wasn’t him at all but someone else, someone who completed him and comforted him in ways beyond camaraderie.